Chapter 46 Forty six
Mira almost regrets ever speaking before thinking.
She couldn’t understand what had gotten into her. She can’t believe she had the balls to challenge him.
She said nothing and just watched a part of her, curious to see what he’d do to her.
Salvatore's eyes stayed on hers for a heated moment, burning her inside, making her cheeks flushed beneath his gaze, before he leaned closer again and bit her lower lip and sucks it into his mouth.
Mira’s breath caught
The touch was brief, but it sent a strange flutter through her chest.
She stared at him, “Are you done?” she asked, trying to sound calm.
A slow smile tugged at Salvatore’s lips. “Not even close.”
Mira rolled her eyes, refusing to let him see how fast her heart was beating. “You’re such a talker. Is biting my lips all you’ve got, Mr. Corvin?”
He leaned closer, his gaze darkening. “Stop talking,” he murmured.
Before she could think of a reply, he brushed a kiss against her upper lip.
Mira hated how her pulse jumped. When he started to pull away, she pulled him down without thinking and nipped his lip.
Salvatore froze.
For a second, neither of them moved. Then one of his brows lifted. “Did you just bite me?”
Mira crossed her arms, fighting a smile. “Maybe.”
A low chuckle escaped him. “Careful, sweetheart. You’re getting bold.”
“Maybe you’re not all that you think you’re ”
His eyes narrowed with amusement. “Keep testing me.”
Before she could say a word, he pulled her shorts down her legs with force and tossed them aside.
“Let me show you how much you want me inside you.” Salvatore Said With a sharp tug, he pulled her with him and rolled onto his back, leaving her seated on his lap.
His hand tangles in her hair, and he thrusts his hip into her so hard. So hard, Mira bounced out of his lap and fell back down, her breath getting knocked out of her.
Mira let out a soft moan, her thoughts running wild. Imagine how it would feel to actually have him inside her. From his boxer, his cock looked so long and thick that a part of her felt it would hurt in a good way.
Salvatore pushed her down against him roughly every time, thrusting his hips, grinding his erection against her now arching pussy. Mira is almost losing her mind, and as her eyes stayed on him, she could tell from the devilish smile on his face that he knew he had got her right where he wanted her.
Salvatore's grip tightened as he yanked her hair backwards, his lips tracing kisses on her neck, biting her as he thrust against her again, his erection driving between her wet lips, and Mira lost it, her pussy throbbing so hard as her whole body shook as she moaned his name softly.
Salvatore watched her as her orgasm came, and she was done. Mira barely had time to catch her breath before he eased her off his lap and stood.
“That should help you sleep,” he said.
She stared at him in disbelief.
A grin spread across his face as he picked up his shirt.
“We’ll continue this another time, Mira.”
Before she could think of a reply, he turned and walked out of her room, leaving her alone with her racing heart and the sound of his retreating footsteps.
The door had barely closed before Mira grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it across the room.
“You arrogant bastard!”
The pillow slammed harmlessly against the door and dropped to the floor.
Mira groaned and buried her face in her hands.
“That should help you sleep?” she mocked, deepening her voice. “‘We’ll continue this another time, Mira.’”
She snatched up another pillow and threw it too.
“Who does he think he is?”
The room remained frustratingly silent.
Mira flopped onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “How could I almost…” She let out a scream into her pillow.
A knock sounded on the door.
Mira froze.
Another knock.
“Mira.”
Her eyes widened. “You have got to be kidding me.”
The door opened a crack.
Salvatore leaned against the frame, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
Mira sat up immediately. “ Get out.”
“ Chill.”
She pointed at the door. “Out.”
“I forgot something.”
His gaze swept over the room before returning to her.
Mira narrowed her eyes. “What?”
A slow grin spread across his face.
“I heard someone calling me an arrogant bastard.”
Her jaw dropped. “You came back for that?”
“I liked it. It sounds sweet coming from you.”
“You are insane.”
Maybe I am.”
Mira grabbed another pillow.
Salvatore’s grin widened. “No need to get all feisty in with me.”
She threw the pillow at him.
But he caught it.
The smug look on his face made her want to throw a lamp. “Go away.”
“Sleep, Mira.”
“Go away.”
“Goodnight, Mira.”
“Go away!”
Salvatore laughed and finally stepped back into the hallway. Just before the door closed, he glanced at her one last time.
“Sweet dreams. Dream of my dick!”
The door shut.
A second later, a pillow hit it from the other side.